As The World Keeps Turning Lyrics - The Aftermath - Dr. Dre

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning 

Street sermon, these niggas are determined 

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning 

Street sermon, these niggas are determined 

I flow like CD's in the deck 

Moosh fools in the face that lack respect 

Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk 

I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't bust G 

So leave me alone I'm in the zone 

Walkin' the streets on my own, nigga get blown 

Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone 

But I'm low in the cut and gotta microphone 

Are you gone bust or play bones? 

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You motherfuckin' clone, get off that nigga's style and get'cha own 

It's Miscellanea and it's on again 

For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step 

And kept ya big fuckin' mouth shut 

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning 

Street sermon, these niggas are determined 

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning 

Street sermon, these niggas are determined 

I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache 

Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realized my world is wrong 

My world is gone like disco, blowin' up Cisco in my Cammo 

Standin' in back of me was my soul 

Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll 

Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold 

A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick 

Shaky bitches off the dick 

'Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips 

I'm slow but equipped with the proper tools 

Show me the one talkin' shit so I can drop a fool 

I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr Cream 

Come back on the scene and smoke a Phillie, G 

I really dream of gettin' mine now let me tell you what's silly 

Me, buckin' with my team is murder one 

I heard a gun bustin' shots, down the block 

I guess a nigga gettin' what he got 

Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas 

I'll fuck one for y'all, they made ya last phone call 

To a trick that didn't even care 

'Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in there 

Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga 

Nigga how ya feel? You can't try to be real 

Shit is for real 

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning 

Street sermon, these niggas are determined 

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning 

Street sermon, these niggas are determined 

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning 

Street sermon, these niggas are determined 

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning 

Street sermon, these niggas are determined 

I'm cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper 

And I'm cooler than foes that don't know how it goes 

Let's take it back to the first side 

When you was a new jack and jockin' my new track 

But you was wrong, didn't know about the big long 

Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard 

With a teenage group I'm turnin' loots to tracks 

Me and my niggas like 

You wanna know what the hos used to do 

When me and my crew came bustin' through 

All sorts of blushin's brew 

Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue 

This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front 

I smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on 

Miscellanea packin' shows like Farrakhan 

Where is on another level with two niggas that's on the same plateau 

Now that's three times your tightest flow 

And three times ya tightest track 

Three times your fattest sack 

Three times is clever 

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning 

Street sermon, these niggas are determined 

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning 

Street sermon, these niggas are determined 

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning 

Street sermon, these niggas are determined 

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning 

Street sermon, these niggas are determined 

Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt 

Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt 

To art in hell, where the next man dwells 

The place with stankin' pussy and crack rock dwells